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I miss you everyday…still sad we didn't get to say goodbye. All of your grandkids are AMAZING–wish you could have met them all, but we tell them about you all the time. You are gone, but never forgotten. (for my Stepfather who was killed in a plan crash 7.5 years ago…)

You never understood why we loved Boy George, you said we could never be friends with Lady Di, you never changed any one of your 5 children's nappies, you never cooked a meal. But we still miss you 18 years on. Cheers.

Thanks dad for teaching me the true meaning of selflessness. For being patient with me as I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. For showing your daughter how real men act and to not settle for less than I deserve. And for all the hilarious stories you've managed to collect over the years as I still bust out laughing randomly just thinking about them.

Sorry, I have nothing nice to say about my "dad", but my grandfather was (and still is) a rock solid, kind, honest, unconditionally loving presence in my life. He MORE than made up for the shiftless lunatic that is my "dad".

I miss you, think about you everyday. You showed me what true love was, taught me how to love my self, believe in myself. Your love helped me feel secure in myself. I miss your scent, your laugh, your arms, your presence. You were my hero. A real live superhero. You took care of your family with such dedication. Thank you for all your love and showing me what a real man is.

Dad, I miss you more than you will ever know. I think of you every day. You were a wonderful father to me, always made me feel special, always on my side. I remember when i was in like 2nd gradw, i hated thus girl named Paula- no reason, just hiw kids are i guess. So i told my father. He came up with a plan- we wld dig a bug hole in front if her house, cover it with grass and call her out, and she wld fall in hole. Problem solved! He knew ut wld never happen and i knew it wouldnt either, but it was fun to think about. I told my grandchildren about this, so when anyone is bothering them they say," grandma, get the shovels! We have to dig a hole!" Now while i start piling on how awful he or she is, they end up defending he or she and saying not so bad, lol! My father would have loved that. ( and paula, sorry!!)

My dad came into my life when I was 7 years old — he was our next door neighbor. My sister wandered into his open front door (hey, it was the 70s!) & told him she was hungry. He made her breakfast & walked her back home. He & my mom started dating and got married a couple years later. He is the person who brought stability and trust into my life. He loves us unconditionally and has never once made us feel "less than" because we're not biologically his. I LOVE YOU, DAD!!

My father has been gone for 9 years and my Father in Law for 3. They both were men of character. Hard working, loved life, their children and grandkids. Expected great things from others, especially their kids. My dad was a Braves Fan-from when Dale Murphy played and my father in law was a Texas Rangers. Both served in the Korean War. My dad was a diabetic, but his friends would sneak him desserts at church dinners or if they went put to eat. My father in law loved fried chicken and a good burger, even a week before he died he had what he called "the best burger of his life". Love you both, we miss you daily, hope you both get to see Babe Ruth and Lou Gherig. I hope we make you proud.

My Dad is the greatest man I know. While I'm not a parent, I know I could do it easily based on what I learned from him on how to be a Dad. He is the kindest person I know, as long as a person is willing to at least try to help themselves, he will go out of his way to help them in any way he can. That doesn't just mean his family or friends, that means anyone.

One of the things that I love about my Dad is that he not only taught me and my brother so much, but also that he is willing to learn from us. Since I was a kid he listened to my opinion and would admit if I was right about something that he thought the other way about. It took him over 20 years but he finally admitted I was right about how his political beliefs were hurting the country and will freely admit to everyone that I changed his mind on them.Out of the over 300 baseball games I have played in various Little Leagues/Church Leagues/Boys Clubs he missed exactly one of them. And that was only because he was sent out of state for his job to help design a new packaging machine for the company he worked for.

Last year he broke his leg in a few places and with his health problems he couldn't get around at all, so he stayed in a wheelchair all day until it was time to go to bed. I gladly took over everything about the house, cooking (which I do anyway), cleaning, making sure bills get paid, taking him to doctors appointments, repairs, etc. Everything. The day he got the cast off and was able to drive, he drove to the bank and got some money out, then came home and gave me $750 for taking care of him for the 8 weeks he was out of it. I wouldn't take it. I refused to take it and when he told me that I had to take it, I took my lighter out and told him I would burn it. He reluctantly took it back but couldn't understand why I seemed to go crazy for a bit. I told him that it actually offended me for him to try to give me money for taking care of him the way he had taken care of me all my life. It was my turn to pay him back in what little way I could for his years and years of sacrifice to make sure I had everything I could ever want or need.

Everyone that has a great relationship with their Dad says there's is the best. It's a cliche and I won't say it here, it demeans all the other great Dad's out there to do it. However, I will say that I can't see how anyone could ever be a better Dad than mine is. I love you, Dad and if I can be just a small fraction of the person you are, I'll have it made going through the rest of my life.

My parents separated when my mom was pregnant with me. My father came around for a while when I was 4-5, but disappeared again when my mother remarried. I met him when again when I was 14, had started running away, and found my grandmother. He died 10 days later, just before Father's Day. He was an alcoholic a-hole who left me (along with my half- and step-siblings) to be raised by an abusive and molesting monster, and likely never gave me a thought.

I did know a man who was like a cool uncle to me. He was one of my doctors. He was always really supportive and positive when I had medical issues, which I have a lot of. He died suddenly last year. If I could talk to him I would tell him that I am so sorry I never got to say good-bye or to thank him.

It will soon be five months since you were liberated from your disease-ravaged body. I know you're just around because I can still feel your presence. t miss having you around physically though because you are the only one who tells me how beautiful I am. I love you forever, Daddy.

My dad died ten years ago. I think I've said this before, but he was a good man although not a great father. I've learned to understand and forgive a lot in the last decade, and our relationship is better now than ever.

@Zoe You are beautiful. The words you use show your heart and a beautiful heart means a beautiful person. Don't EVER forget that.

To those who didn't have the kind of father a lot of us here did. I am so sorry for you not having a Dad that was there for you with love and open arms. I can't imagine a person creating the most precious thing in the world, a person, a life that counts on you for everything, a person that will love you no matter what they might say in their teenage years. All they have to do is supply the love and they would get it back ten fold. But no, too many men are selfish, only worried about the act of creating a life not caring about the person they have created.

It makes me sad to know that so many of you had to deal with a person like that as the person who donated the seed to give life to you. I wish I could let you live even just one day with a Dad like mine to know what it's like to have someone that you know you can always count on for anything. I can't do that no matter how much I wish I could but just know that even though I am just a commenter on this site that will probably never interact with you anywhere but these comments, I am proud to know that you haven't let the sins of the father tear you down and that you haven't allowed his actions to color the relationships you seem to have with your children.

This is the first father's day without my dad, he passed 3 weeks ago. I keep forgetting he is not around to chat. I miss his voice. But I have the great pleasure of seeing his kind heart and generous nature in each one of my kids.I love you forever Dad.

My Dad has been gone for 4+ years, and his death still haunts me. My Mom died almost 10 years before he did (they were both relatively young, my Mom was 60 when she died, my Dad was 69 when he went to be with her). Dad was never the same after Mom died. It was heartbreaking. He almost drove himself off a cliff on the way home after Mom died. He stayed, for me and my 4 kids, bless his heart, but I KNEW, that he was miserable every day of his life, after Mom died. My Dad, how I LOVE him. He was my hero, my best friend, and EVERYTHING to me, and I hate that he isn't here with me, and my kids, and exactly 10 months after he died, he would've had his first Great-grandchild, and he would've adored her. I miss my Dad so much, still, I cry almost daily because I think of him, AND my Mom, every damn day of my life. They are in their urns, in my bedroom, and I talk to them all the time, and I'm both sad and pissed-off that they're not still here with me and my kids, who ADORED them, and their only Great-granddaughter,she would love them both so much, and they'd adore her, she's so much like me and her own Mom, my only daughter. I never thought I'd lose them both so soon, I always imagined them being a pain in my ass well into their 90's. I have so much sadness and regret, and I miss them, it fucks me up. If you still have one or both of your parents, my God, please be grateful. I'd do ANYTHING to have my parents still alive.

I LOVE YOU so much, Dad. My heart's still broken, but you're always with me, and I have your strength and huge heart, for my own kids, and theirs. </3

@Marti, there were so many beautiful tributes in this comments section, some celebrating the lives of Fathers still with us, others heartbreaking that they are no longer her or that they weren't man enough to be called a Father anyway. Which one stood out to you the most?

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